Fishing alone? Totally awesome. It's pretty much what Will prefers. Fishing with April is good and well, of course, but she doesn't enjoy it in the same way he does. A few others he's taken trips out with, here and gone, he's sure aren't as into it as him. So those days when he's by himself are almost more precious than the ones he had back home, and if anyone is used to his usual, grim self without getting a glimpse of anything else, this is a surefire way to break that. Because Will actually smiles when he's out, when nature coughs up quarreling squirrels or harmless bugs take to his hair. It's the little things in life, really.
But what's not a little thing? The enormous...robot? Is that a robot? Looks like a robot Will discovers as he turns in place, patting alongside his pockets and looking for what he swore he just had in the front one. The downside is this means he doesn't find it right away (it's in the pocket on his chest, give him a second); the upside is this means he becomes keenly aware he's being watched. Sort of difficult for the scales on his eyes to not come crumbling down when faced with...he's pretty sure that's a robot.
What the hell is he supposed to do now? He can't recall any particular rules about what to do if one runs across a robot, but without it actually seeming like a threat, treating it like one immediately is probably a bad idea, right? He's seen plenty of strange in the past year, he's fished with an advanced robot—maybe this is just a robot out and about and it should be treated the same as a human being.
So after a moment of keeping one hands taut against his pockets and one clamped around his rod while staring at said robot with an extremely confused deer in the headlights look plastered on his face, he lifts that hand off his pockets and waves like he might at any other passerby. Hey, nice day out, isn't it? Which is also the time he realizes what he's looking for has literally been under his nose all along and pulls out a small pair of scissors to get back to fixing the lure before he casts it back out.
It's all very natural...considering there's a robot right there, but. Maybe there isn't! Maybe he's hallucinating, actually. That could be what's up. Better to act like absolutely nothing is out of the ordinary, yes, he might have just waved at air.
NOT AT ALL
But what's not a little thing? The enormous...robot? Is that a robot? Looks like a robot Will discovers as he turns in place, patting alongside his pockets and looking for what he swore he just had in the front one. The downside is this means he doesn't find it right away (it's in the pocket on his chest, give him a second); the upside is this means he becomes keenly aware he's being watched. Sort of difficult for the scales on his eyes to not come crumbling down when faced with...he's pretty sure that's a robot.
What the hell is he supposed to do now? He can't recall any particular rules about what to do if one runs across a robot, but without it actually seeming like a threat, treating it like one immediately is probably a bad idea, right? He's seen plenty of strange in the past year, he's fished with an advanced robot—maybe this is just a robot out and about and it should be treated the same as a human being.
So after a moment of keeping one hands taut against his pockets and one clamped around his rod while staring at said robot with an extremely confused deer in the headlights look plastered on his face, he lifts that hand off his pockets and waves like he might at any other passerby. Hey, nice day out, isn't it? Which is also the time he realizes what he's looking for has literally been under his nose all along and pulls out a small pair of scissors to get back to fixing the lure before he casts it back out.
It's all very natural...considering there's a robot right there, but. Maybe there isn't! Maybe he's hallucinating, actually. That could be what's up. Better to act like absolutely nothing is out of the ordinary, yes, he might have just waved at air.
Everything is fine.